martyr.complex.mp3

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[tragicromanticismx]

ᴋᴀᴛᴇ and her scarred hands... ᴋᴀᴛᴇ and her raspy voice... ᴋᴀᴛᴇ and squinted eyes because of Photophobia... ᴋᴀᴛᴇ and her hair that gets slightly knotted and messy-looking at the ends.. ᴋᴀᴛᴇ and her habit of chewing her bottom lip, or tapping her long, pale fingers on a surface or her own thigh... ᴋᴀᴛᴇ who sighs with an exhale through her mouth and has her chest fall heavy with the breath.. ᴋᴀᴛᴇ...

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

I’m in an LJ mood.

Mm.

[tragicromanticismx]

are you a toy because your a doll

A very vocal one yes

For LJ, yes

[tragicromanticismx]

ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏʏᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ but he calls you "Babydoll" or anything that has "Doll" in the term of endearment. ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏʏᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ but he's a possessive freak. ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏʏᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ who has his sharp dark nails dig into your thighs when he's between your legs, leaving marks along your skin. ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏʏᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ...

[tragicromanticismx]

I need to write him more...ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏʏᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ, honey, come home...

[tragicromanticismx]

╰┈➤JEFF THE KILLER.ᐟ.ᐟ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄꜱ' ᴠᴇʀ AKA; Jeffery Woods Headcannons (bc this is in the drfats and I need to get it OUT) .ᐟ.ᐟᴀʀᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ.ᐟ.ᐟ;creds to artist; Ijustwannahavefun.

In my own mind, Jeff having such long hair is so great.

It's long and a sleek black and maybe you need to bully him into actually taking care of it but it’s very luscious and nice to run your fingers through when he does — though a PERSONAL headcanon is that he’s too into vanity NOT to take care of it. After all, he did have that obsession with being ‘’beautiful’’, did he not? Jeff says he hates the feeling of it, but he honestly doesn't. He likes the small tug here or there when your fingers drag through a small knot before they’re back on his scalp, nails scratching his head softly. Best feeling to him, 10\10.

Even better? Tugging on it. If he’s ever a dick, just wrap that nice hand of yours in his hair and tug it at the nape of his neck, craning it back. He’d sputter and get aggressive, pretending like it does nothing. But you can very well see it’s not ‘just nothing’.

Secretly likes those cringe ass petnames too. The ones like ‘pretty boy’(mostly bc of his fat ego and vanity, you can’t tell me he doesn’t have it) or ‘prince’. Stuff like that he’d enjoy.

Also, because of how fucking pale he is, I like to believe Jeff thinks it makes him mysterious so he wears a buttload of sunscreen. Even if he’s outside at night. “Why are you taking that?” you ask, pointing to the sunscreen tube he was shoving into his sweater pocket. “I need it,” “What for??” “Incase I stay out until the sun comes up and need it? Don’t wanna burn.” “..Y’know what, okay, pretty. You do that.”

he probably steals shit from places he knows you like for fun. That or maybe he just likes being attentive because you don’t treat him like the asshole he pretends to be. Sure, he’s a dick, he's terrible even, but he tries. 

Jeff also likes being slapped around a little. Give him a nice little loveslap to his cheek, he loves that shit. Not because he’s entirely a masochist(just a little) but because he himself might be a little aggressive sometimes. Not on purpose and he tries to tone it down a bit but when it comes to playfighting or wrestling and he gets mouthy enough to make you irritated, he likes knowing you call most of the shots. Especially on his behavior. Though be mindful where you’re giving slaps, if you go even ANYWHERE near his ass with your hand he’s shrieking before you even make contact with it.

[tragicromanticismx]

ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏʏᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ but he calls you "Babydoll" or anything that has "Doll" in the term of endearment. ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏʏᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ but he's a possessive freak. ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏʏᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ who has his sharp dark nails dig into your thighs when he's between your legs, leaving marks along your skin. ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏʏᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ...

[lvmimis]

guy who is trying really hard not to be weird about you but failing miserably

[tragicromanticismx]

And it's LJ

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

As I kid I wanted Jason’s cookie and as an adult I NEED Jason’s fucking cookie.

Lord please send me that sad sad slutty man 🙏

[xformalde-hyde]

He was forced to eat rocks as a child

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

And what if I said that Jason can actually feel his music box.

You lick on it and shit. Twist the gears around so he squirms.

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

I will be writing this.

[tragicromanticismx]

And I will be reading this. repeatedly. (I am starved for that man)

[tragicromanticismx]

╰┈➤ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ᴊᴀᴄᴋ.ᐟ.ᐟ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄꜱ' ᴠᴇʀ AKA; Laughing Jack Headcannons (because I'm a sucker for his emo ahh and realized I haven't written about him in a while..) .ᐟ.ᐟᴀʀᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ.ᐟ.ᐟ;creds to artist

𝜗𝜚⊹ SFW.ᐟ.ᐟ

Nicknames are his everything. You'll hear nicknames or terms of endearment more than you're actual name. "Sugar", "Sweetie", "Cupcake".. all of them are something to do with sugary things too. It's no surprise he's got a sweet-tooth.

Against popular belief, he is still evil. He's just good at covering it up with enthusiasm and bubbly words. But he really is sick and twisted. Sometimes it's harder to remember with his attitude but he's slipped up before.

Doesn't get along with the other creeps all that much. You could guess why. Though Nat occasionally finds his dark humor funny.

Likes to brag about you to literally everyone. Don't matter who it is or when, it could be the worst time to mention it and he's bringing up something from the other day. Everyone is tired of hearing your name.

Lets you do makeup on him. I mean, hey, he's already got all that stuff on his face anyway. Whats the harm? Imagine both of you just sitting across from eachother and he's sat up so straight, fully trusting you to make him look fabulous. "How do you feel about sparkles?" "ADD IT!!"

^ྀི🍒.NSFW.ᐟ.ᐟ

That mf has long hair for a reason, I'm telling you. Brunch it up at the nape and pull his head back, OUGHHHH

Obnoxious moaner. I'm telling you, he's so incredibly loud and noisy that anybody in the radius of where ever you're doing it in can hear. it's terrible.

Would taste faintly like black licorice. I will die on this hill.

AND IT'S STRIPED. Black and white, long, not entirely veiny but you get the idea..

The makeup smudges and when it does it gets EVERYWHERE. All over his face, maybe even slightly on yours, staining the pillow cases, some of the sheets.. yea.. yea, you get it.

A switch. Fight me on this.

He will GRIP onto you. Picture it; Those long, pointed fingers will dig into your skin at the hips, head back and panting like a dog through it because I said so. Ik he can't TECHNICALLY get tired but I mean.. I'd try..

Dacryphila who?

Would like to lick syrup off your body. Or any kind of sugary thing, really.

Long ahh tongue, dude. it'll bury so deep into you if he's down between your legs.. he's putting it to good use and making sure you know he thinks you taste better then the spare candy he always has in his pockets.

[tragicromanticismx]

Hiii do you think you could create more lj x reader fanfics/headcanons in future ^^

OMG YESSSSSS!!!

I love LJ sooo much and I love spreading the propaganda!!

[r4meatt]

Idk if Creepypasta is still unpopular, but idgaf

So like, imagine trying to kiss with L. J, it should be normal, except for that BIGAHH nose he has.

And when you try to kiss him, you end up with a small cut in your cheek.

So, in my mind his nose it's still.. technically candy. So just one day, trying to kiss him, you just, chomp down half his nose.

Like right there. It doesn't even hurt him unles you chop down the base, it justs tastes awful and bitter... his kisses do taste sweet tho!!

[tragicromanticismx]

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈·✦

Grumpy LJ will always have some kind of hold on me, I love thinking that his oddly painted black smile would curve downwards so exaggeratedly that you’d just HAVE to notice it.

He makes sure of that.

He’d look so overdramtified with his facial features too—like someone took a marker and redrew his face in the saddest expression possible.

 LJ is the type to sigh so loud and try his hardest to get someone to ask him what's wrong so he can whine about literally anything.

He’d sigh so loud. Long, theatrical, drawn-out exhales that sound like the world is ending. To him, it might be, but it really isn’t.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Over and over until you grit your teeth and grunt out a “what, Jack?”. 

He’s perking up when you ask before he sighs, dramatically draping himself over you. 

“You haven’t been paying attention to meeee,” he’d whine out, terribly pouty and trying to be babied. Spoiler; it isn’t working.

“I’m working,” you’d try to say as you move what you’re working on off your lap to not have it crushed under his weight when he decides he needs to be the center of all your attention. 

“You’re ALWAYS working..!”

“Jack,”

“Sugarrr…!” he’d continue, face buried at the side of your leg where it meets your hip, making sure his nose doesn’t stab you as his long arms wrap around your body so that his clawed fingers wrap around you to keep you there. “I was in that dusty old box for sooooo long, I’m YEARNING! You can’t ignore me like this!”

“You haven't been in your box in forever,” you’d protest, glaring at him as he interrupts your very important work. “And you’re not ‘yearning’, you’re attention seeking.” He tilts his head up just enough for one black eye to peek at you, that painted grin twitching faintly. “It’s the same thing, isn’t it, sugar?”

“It is not even directly–Jack, get off me.”

If you manage to push him off, he’ll pout and sulk dramatically  like his whole heart shattered. It didn’t, but you’d think it did with how he’s huffing and puffing and trying to act like he’ll burst out crying if you don’t him back up on you, glancing at you every few seconds to see if you’re feeling guilty yet.

I’d imagine if he's feeling particularly stubborn, he’ll trap you with his arms, pointed nose poking out over your shoulder, complaining about how “mean” you are, and that you should love him more because what if he gets stuck in that dreadful old box again? You’d surely regret being so mean, won’t you?

BOTH PHOTOS BY LOVELY @widdowxd

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

“would you still write if you knew no one would ever read what you wrote?” bitch I read what I wrote????? how tf do you think I wrote that? with my eyes closed?

[devilboy8]

[tragicromanticismx]

Bitter Coffee Kisses

──── Laughing Jack x GN!reader ────

Laughing Jack loves sweet things so much he always has some kind of candy with him at all times. Silly clown loves his candies and anything sweet, it's a miracle he hasn't already gotten some form of diabetes--though you're not too sure he can really even get that, not being affected entirely by ‘normal’ things like that. He doesn’t function by normal rules. He doesn’t sleep properly. Doesn’t eat properly. Doesn’t even bleed properly. So diabetes might not exactly be on the table for him.

Jack always has some, no matter the occasion, often in pockets. His pockets — which you are fairly certain do not obey the laws of physics — seem bottomless. Hard candies in twisted wrappers. Caramels stuck together in pairs. Neon lollipops. Taffy that stretches obscenely long when he pulls it free. Sometimes he produces things you’ve never even seen sold in stores, colorful and glossy and suspiciously glowing under certain lighting that he pops into his mouth.

You’ve watched him pull out piece after piece after piece without ever running out.

However, he hates bitter tasting things. Furthermore, he hates coffee. HATESSSSS coffee. 

Like, with a burning passion. The only way he'll drink it is if it tastes like diabetes in a cup and even then it needs to be SWEET. He will dump so much goddamn sugar into it, it's criminal, it's dubious, it's diabolical and he's lucky he's not something who can get any diseases from it.

But luck isn’t on his side when life gives him a lover who is a total coffee addict. You can’t stay away from it, you’ve always got some kind of bitter tasting black coffee. No cream, no milk, no sugar.. Just black. It's bitter, it's gross but you like it and Jack despises it.

The first time you brought a cup near him, he recoiled like you’d held up holy water.

“It smells wrong, Sugar.” He insists, voice whiny. “It tastes like.. like burnt dirt. Like misery brewed in a ceramic mug.” “You’re dramatic.” You roll your eyes at his theatrics. But he’s stubborn and refuses to drink even a drop unless it tastes like liquid candy — and even then he eyes it suspiciously.

And unfortunately for him, you always have it. Morning cup. Afternoon refill. Late-night mug.

He loves you, because duh of course he does. How couldn’t he? You’re fascinating and warm and you laugh at his jokes and you let him drape himself over you like some oversized, monochrome parasite.

 He just doesn't like that when he kisses you he can taste that blasted coffee lingering on your lips and cannot STAND it. That bitter old taste that he just can’t get past because it isn’t something that’s enjoyable to his own tastebuds. 

He’ll lean in, eager and grinning, press his mouth to yours — and then immediately stiffen.

Coffee.

That roasted, burnt-bean, coffee.

But he can’t bring himself to stop kissing you. Even if he really hates it. Instead, Jack merely finds his way around it. So he starts giving you random candy's and just.. waits for you to eat it before giving his dear smooch. He may still taste a little bit of the coffee, but the candy overpowers it.

You don’t understand why he’s doing it, not yet. You assumed maybe he was trying to be nice or just wanted to share a candy. But now he’s almost always handing off candies and staring at you until you pop it into your mouth and finish it.

One afternoon, after he hands you yet another crinkling wrapper, you finally stop.

The candy rests in your palm as you look up at him.

“Why do you keep giving me these?” you ask, eyebrow raised. The wrapper crackles softly between your fingers. “You trying to rot my teeth or something?”

“Whaaaat?” Jack stretches the word dramatically, hand flying to his chest in mock offense. “I’d never!”

You squint at him. “Then why?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he folds his arms behind his back and leans down slightly, bending at the waist so his face hovers closer to yours. His grin is wide. Too wide. Amused in that way that means he thinks he’s clever. “You know,” he begins casually, “I don’t like coffee too much.”

“And?” you reply flatly. “How is that relevant?”

He tilts his head. “I like to kiss you.”

You blink. “…Okay??”

He straightens, grin widening impossibly. “But when I do,” he sing-songs mid exlaination, leaning in again, “You taste like coffee. Bitter.”

You roll your eyes, finally unwrapping the candy just to shut him up. “So you’re bribing me with sugar.”

“Enhancing,” he corrects immediately. “Improving the experience.”

You pop it into your mouth.

He visibly perks up.

And there it is — that expectant look. That slight lean forward. That patient-but-not-really patience.

You narrow your eyes at him slowly. “..You’ve been pre-flavoring me.”

“I prefer to think of it as marinating.”

“Unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he hums, “you’re still eating the candy.”

You swallow. The sweetness lingers on your tongue. Jack cups your face with exaggerated tenderness and kisses you — slow this time. Testing.

And when he pulls back, he sighs contentedly. “Much better.”

Even if there’s still the faintest trace of coffee beneath the sugar, he doesn’t pull away this time. Because he hates coffee. But he loves you more than his hatred towards the beverage.